Old schools, a bear, the final crushing climb and the funkiest lodging of the whole trip... well maybe aside from the teepee back in Wyoming...

I could officially see the light at the end of the tunnel. The few days break at the wedding was probably the best thing that could have happened to me at this point. I remember feeling a little sad and bummed to leave again but I hopeful too because I knew I'd be finished completely in about a week. That was something to look forward to...

I got home on a Wednesday and had exactly one day of R&R before my parents and I packed the van and headed to East Tennessee for my cousin Ted's wedding. You remember Ted and Carrie from this post, right?

Just before I got out of the park, the sun gently peeked up above the horizon-level clouds. There wasn't too much that could have brought me down that day because I was going to be home by days end... 

The home stretch as far as I was concerned, both figuratively and literally. Originally I thought I would bypass Nashville for fear that I wouldn't get back on the road and finish the journey once I got there. But by this point, I had covered way too much distance in way too little time. I needed a break wherever I could find it and my own house seemed pretty idyllic. Not to mention my parents were coming back into town in a few days and I wanted to surprise them since I hadn't been totally faithful in telling them where I was for the past few weeks... two more days!